1 Till I learned to love Thy name,
Lord, Thy grace denying,
I was lost in sin and shame,
Dying, dying, dying!
This is now my constant theme,
This my favorite story.
Jesus’ blood avails for me,
Glory, glory, glory.
2 Nothing could the world impart,
Darkness held no morrow;
In my soul and in my heart,
Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow!
This is now my constant theme,
This my favorite story.
Jesus’ blood avails for me,
Glory, glory, glory.
3 When I learned to love Thy name,
O Thou meek and lowly;
Rapture kindled to a flame,
Holy, holy, holy!
Hallelujah, grace is free,
I will tell the story.
Jesus’ blood hath made me free,
Glory, glory, glory.
4 Henceforth shall creation ring
With salvation’s story,
Till I rise with Thee to sing,
Glory! Glory! Glory!
Hallelujah, grace is free,
I will tell the story.
Jesus’ blood hath made me free,
Glory, glory, glory.
Source: The Finest of the Wheat No. 2 #142